The streets were bustling with people, with Oliver standing in the center like a stone statue, out of place with its surroundings.
As a teenager, although he is genius in drama, experienced in some aspects, and has the experience of going far away, similar situations are still beyond the limit he can bear, which is his living expenses in the next few months!
What to do? What should I do with meals? What should I do when I sleep?
Countless questions flooded his mind with chagrin, frustration, and anger, making him feel that the sunny afternoon suddenly became dark, and the noisy crowd around him was indifferent, as if the two sides were not in the same world.
"Damn thief!"
After a long time, Oliver burst out with a howl that made passers-by's legs weak.
While howling, his right hand held the suitcase tightly, for fear that another thief would appear and snatch the last belongings.
Despite everyone's contempt, amusement and mad gaze, Oliver vented to his heart's content, and it took a while for him to calm down and seriously think about how he should live.
"Calm down, calm down, Oliver, you are talented, good-looking, and strong, you will definitely be able to get through this difficulty." Oliver whispered to encourage himself, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to find a way to deal with similar dilemmas from his own experience, and what he watched the most was one drama after another.
"Yes, yes, at this time, I need to find someone who appreciates me, and my new life will start from there." He found experience from the drama and clenched his fists, "Oliver, your most precious property is not the wallet just now, but your mind, the drama script in your suitcase.
Having a solution, Oliver regained his youthful spirit, found a few thick stacks of paper from his suitcase, held them tightly, and asked for directions while thinking about what he was going to do after making a fortune: an elegant and luxurious villa, a submissive and good-looking maid, exquisite and delicious food, a treasured wine, a beautiful and fiery lover, and, "I want someone to kill that damn thief!"
Alamstrasse, where the Theater Society is located, is not far from the city gates, and Oliver soon sees the unique building supported by gray stone columns.
He glanced at the mercenaries guarding the door, paused, and remembered one of the most commonly used scenes in the drama, that is, the protagonist was proudly rejected by the gatekeeper because of his tattered clothes and shabby appearance, so he had to reach the goal more tortuously and more sadly.
"I can't make such a mistake." Oliver felt that he was too smart, and thought of this in time, so he dodged to the nearby square, combed his messy hair in the mirror-smooth pool, and then took out a black turtleneck coat from his suitcase to replace the dusty clothes on his body.
"Elegant gentleman." Oliver nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards the gate of the theater association with his suitcase again.
When he arrived at the door, he didn't squint, but when the two mercenaries stopped him, he snorted condescendingly.
The two mercenaries were confused by his calm attitude and excellent appearance, thinking he was a noble gentleman, so they did not dare to stop him and slowly retreated to the same place.
"Haha, Oliver, you're amazing! It will definitely succeed!" Oliver praised himself in his heart, quickened his pace, and walked through the door.
"Hey, hey! I tell you, I will be the greatest playwright in the future! You can't be so rude!"
A few minutes later, Oliver was framed by two burly men who threw him directly down the steps.
"Get out of here, liar!"
"Megalomaniac lunatic!"
The two cursed separately, and threw Oliver's suitcase and manuscript down, snapped, the suitcase fell to the ground, the clothes flew out, and the manuscripts flew out one after another, like heavy snow falling.
Watching the pages of the manuscript he regarded as a treasure flying in front of him, falling on his face, and falling into the dust, Oliver became dazed for a moment, and then roared angrily: "You will regret it!"
I am such a young theater genius who will definitely be able to make a big deal!
Sadly and painfully packing, Oliver wanders the streets aimlessly, not knowing what he can do or where he can go.
"Find a place to take shelter from the rain tonight, and tomorrow go to the city hall, tavern and other places to see if you can find something to do." Oliver saw that the clouds were starting to thicken, so he recovered from his frustration and gritted his teeth: "I know how to compose poetry, I can write, and I am afraid of starving to death in Rentat?"
He slowly regained his confidence, found a protruding eaves, and hid underneath.
Wow, heavy rain fell, splashing white mist on the surface.
Oliver was in a daze when he saw such a scene, and suddenly became happy: "What happened to me today will be the source of my future drama creation!"
Snap, pain exploded in Oliver's head, and he turned around with difficulty to see a bum staring at him viciously.
"This is mine!" He pointed under the eaves.
All the anger Oliver had accumulated today exploded, and it was a young man's heart again, so he roared angrily: "I have it, it's mine!" While pounced on it, he fought with the homeless man.
Suddenly, his expression froze, his eyes lost their brilliance, and it turned out that another homeless man came from behind him, giving him a hard blow to the head with a wooden stick.
Darkness, blood, pain, and cold, always haunted Oliver, preventing him from escaping this unimaginable and painful situation.
After doing his best, Oliver suddenly turned over and sat up, the darkness in front of him subsided, revealing a dim candlelight.
"Me, where am I?" He looked at the simple and narrow hut and muttered to himself, feeling a burning pain in his head.
"My house." A cold male voice sounded, the door to the room inside, and a short, stout bald man walked out, "You have been sold to us."
"What?" Oliver jumped off the bed in disbelief and was punched to the ground by the villain.
"Call me boss, do you understand?" The bald villain flaunted his force, "Shut up and listen to me."
Oliver was beaten to a daze, touching the swollen corners of his mouth, and looking at the bald villain with some fear.
The bald villain chuckled: "You foreigner, you have no money and no strength, you actually dare to conflict with the local homeless people, hehe, after they knocked you unconscious, they took away your clothes and sold you to me.
This villain doesn't seem to be too bad...... Oliver covered the corners of his mouth and said, "What are we doing?"
"Corpse burier." The bald villain said with some disgust.
As soon as it was light, the bald villain George took Oliver to the morgue.
"Here are the corpses that have no relatives or no money, and we are responsible for burying them in the new cemetery, and the church and the town hall will pay them." George pushed open the door, and the smell of decomposing corpses immediately filled the air, making Oliver, who had never been in contact with him before, retch.
There were also many corpse burials in rags in the morgue, all of whom were George's subordinates.
"Yo, there are a few more little babies today." George said exaggeratedly, and then walked to the newly sent body, and the boy groped carefully and carefully to look for possibly valuable property.
This made Oliver break out in a cold sweat, trembling all over, and felt that he had gone to hell.
After George finished scraping, he laughed and said: "Boys, work done!"
Oliver reluctantly carried the body to a special carriage, and when he touched the cold skin, he almost jumped away, feeling that his hands had become extremely dirty, as if even he was starting to rot.
On the way from the morgue to the new cemetery, the buried people stayed together, giving Oliver no chance to escape, and the bald villain George viciously told him that he had connections in the church and the town hall, and if he dared to escape, he would dare to bury him directly in the new cemetery.
The new cemetery was filled with the stench of decay, and they drifted into the city, leaving the nearby slums always in a similar stench.
"There are poor people here, so the pastors of the church will not come to purify it." George complained and ordered Oliver and the others to find a place to dig a hole.
This new cemetery has been dealt with by priests in advance, so the chance of undead creatures appearing is very low, and they are more at ease.
Oliver took the shovel and dug the grave numbly, digging and digging, and white bones suddenly appeared inside, which frightened him several steps backwards.
"Has it been buried here?" George touched his bald head, "It's okay, just bury them on top of them." He ordered without care.
One body after another was thrown down, and shovels of dirt were sprinkled, and soon, the ground became flat again.
George found a tombstone made of wood and inserted it in the center of the cemetery, with no patterns, no epitaphs, only a simple cross.
"My life has always been like this?" Amidst the stench of decay, Oliver thought numbly.
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In a manor on the outskirts, the hall is brightly lit and the taste of food fills the air.
"Then who, uh, Vicente, do you want one? Is this the best tobacco from the Kingdom of Buryana?" A stylishly dressed black-haired and blue-eyed young aristocrat said to Vicente with a smile, holding a few pale yellow cigarettes in his hand.
Regardless of his expression or tone, he exudes a condescending arrogance.
Vicente's face turned slightly red and he shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't smoke."
"Yo, what a good baby, no wonder Shirley has a crush on you." The young nobleman said sarcastically.
Shirley next to Vicente took a step forward, raised her head slightly and said, "Yes, I hate men who drink and smoke without a bit of demeanor."
After saying that, she pulled Vicente to the dining table next to her, and whispered: "Vicente, don't mind, it's all my fault, I shouldn't force you to come to this banquet."
"It's okay, we're getting married soon, and I'll face something like this sooner or later." Vicente thought of his dream and said triumphantly, "I am very calm, I am indeed not a nobleman, I cannot enjoy these things from an early age, but I will work hard and be better than them, so that your future life will not be bad.
In the distance, Shirley's parents watched this scene quietly, their expressions extremely indifferent.
(End of this chapter)